Alpha's Regret: Omega Secretary's My Mate
The man in hiding, whom I believed was Harry, snorted, "Don't be a spoilsport, Jules. That's one of the reasons I hated going on a mission with you. You don't know how to have fun."
"But I do know how to bring back captives," Jules, who was the lanky one, let out, then rolled his eyes.
Harry emerged from his hiding place, and I froze as our eyes jammed.
"I know you," Harry narrowed his eyes at him.
Oh, my fucking goddess. I am fucking toast, I whispered under my breath.
Harry indeed knows me. He was an omega in the Golden Fleece pack house. One of the omega had recently fled the pack house because they believed they were being treated unfairly.
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